Yesterday was a difficult day for me. In my 30 years of parenting I have not had a child missing from our Christmas Eve celebration and last night Elizabeth would be in the hospital with our grandson Jacob. Ben and the other two children braved snow-covered roads to get to Iowa City to be with them. (in hindsight not a good idea since Ben sighted several vehicles in the ditch on his way down) I volunteered to shovel the driveway just so that I could get outside and work through some of my emotions. Bad enough that I am missing my mother this first Christmas without her, now I had to bear the absence of my daughter, the son-in-law I love like my own son and my three sweet little grandchildren. I admit it~ I was feeling sorry for myself and shed a few tears that froze to my cheeks.
Then I thought about Beth and Jacob in that hospital room and I cried some more. While I am grateful for Jacob’s continued healing from surgery, I am well aware that his journey through cancer is just beginning. One month from now, three months from today, six months and on his 6th birthday, he will still be fighting the fight. He is already small and thin~ what will the treatment do to him? And what about my daughter? I wouldn’t wish this journey on my worst enemy.
Today I will share my daughter’s own words regarding her son’s cancer;